Lighthouse at Alki

lighthouse imagesToday, if it were not raining every few  minutes, I would be adventuring (new word, unlike venturing) out to see the lighthouse at Alki Point.  I am surprised that I have not seen it yet in my visits to Seattle, since I am a fan of lighthouses in general.  This one in particular is not far from my daughter’s house.  There is a steady flow of ferries, boats of all kinds, and barges going past the point and visible from the beach – an interesting waterway, to be sure.

I was in a shop at Pike Place Market last week, drawn to the watercolor scenes of Seattle that were in the windows.  The artist herself rummaged around and found several of Alki.  The lighthouse was among them and she recalled having to get special permission on the day she went to paint there, since it was closed to the public.  I am thinking of making that painting my own, my souvenir of Seattle.

You know, a lighthouse is a very hopeful thing.  It’s not like something that you want to rush toward, because in reality it’s telling you to beware of something dangerous.  But it does speak of firm ground somewhere, and of a concern that warns of danger.  It represents a commitment to be always on duty.  Someone is watching out for you and that is the hopeful part.

Cle Elum

Cle Elum

Don’t you love that mysterious sounding name? I could live there.  As it was, I was just visiting a friend for an overnight stay in this small Washington town which was about the same size and “feel” of the town where I grew up.  It’s over the pass and on the other side of the closest mountain range to Seattle and it’s geography gives it a whole different climate.  Over the pass, the sun came out and it got up to 90 degrees (again, not like Florida’s 90 degrees, but drier and with a cooling breeze).

The sights along I-90 going there were tree covered mountains, valleys, and all the expected natural stuff but in addition the marvel of the road itself.  The difficulty of maintaining clear passage in terrain like that was apparent in all the road construction and posted closings for blasting rock.  At least once I remembered thinking “I hope there is a really good geologist who inspected that rocky outcropping that I’m about to drive under”.  Think Reader’s Digest stories and You-tube videos of cars being buried under a slide…

Me, ready to ride out

Our planned outing was a bike ride on one of the local trails. What a great way to get familiar with the lay of the land! We chose the Coal Mine Trail.  It lay totally uphill for the three miles into Roslyn, the town we were heading for.  A gradual incline, to be sure, but how often do I ride bike? (or exercise, for that matter?) And did I mention it was 90 degrees?  When we pulled into the café at our destination and I got off the bike I felt really lightheaded and had to rest for a good bit with a blackberry soda and a sit down.  And of course the return trip would have required no pedaling at all if we had wished.  I was fully restored by the time we got back to Cle Elum.

20130912_184000[2] Does the name Roslyn bring anything to mind? It is the town where “Northern Exposure” was filmed and we visited the Roslyn Café and saw The Brick Pub.  It was a cute small town but evidently not much of a tourist draw in spite of the TV fame.  We went back later by car and drove around looking at the houses on the hillsides, many of them older, in bad condition, or abandoned entirely.  We drove on a few more miles to Ronald and ate dinner at a diner there.

Of the three little towns I experienced, Cle Elum was definitely my favorite.  Because of its proximity to I-90 there was more business, more choices of what to do and where to catch a meal.  Its history included a fire which destroyed many of the homes so most dwellings were newer, well maintained but still in character with the small town ambience.  Honestly, some of the streets were so wide and devoid of lines and stripes that they were like parking lots and made me feel strangely insecure.  The valley around Cle Elum is wide and flat and known for its hay production and exporting.  We visited a large fruit/vegetable market with a three story building housing antiques on the top two floors.  I could easily have spent the whole day looking at things there but as it was, my friend found my souvenir in half an hour so we didn’t stay.  I added a small cast iron turtle to my turtle collection and I was pleased since I didn’t have any iron turtles yet.

Other highlights of the trip: good conversation with my friend and her mom, seeing their charming, newly remodeled residence, relaxing with several episodes of Sherlock Holmes before retiring.  I’m just saying it was a good trip (including the exercise)and I’m glad I went.  And would go back again, for sure.

Commitment

It seems like every time I turn around I am facing a committment of some kind.  Should I go or not go? Should I join or not join?  Should I spend or not spend? Should I quit or keep on? Is there something about autumn that makes all these decisions necessary?

Today I should respond to the detailed email I received over the weekend urging me to buy the airline ticket now if I want to go to Cambodia in December.  This would be my third trip to southeast Asia and to this point I have been saying yes to the venture.  I now have friends in Cambodia that I email, facebook with, and love dearly.  They are expecting me to come and see them again (because I told them I would…) So many new and exciting things have happened over there this year – the new campus in Phnom Penh for the orphan homes, the women’s dorm for university students, many of the children having learned English well enough that real conversations are possible.  I want to go!

And still the moment when I push the online “purchase” button for what seems like such a great deal of money, such a long flight… that is the moment of real committment. And I hesitate because I’m a little bit afraid.  Always.  And as silly as it seems, I always give God the message that if he doesn’t want me over there he will have to prevent my going, somehow.  He and I both know that he could do that and I welcome him having the final say. 

So, here I go on the committment of the day.  Praying that it goes well.

Round Lake

I grew up on a small farm in northern Wisconsin – a place where  nature is not all that friendly to farmers.  Summers are short and cool, winters are seem endless with lots of snow and cold weather.  The area is kept alive by tourism and is a playground for hunters, fishermen, outdoor sports enthusiasts and others who just want to get away from the larger cities in Wisconsin and nearby Minnesota.  I is a land of lakes and I have been on many of them, but my favorite is Round Lake.  Others will say the same.

A road winds past my childhood home, around a small pond and climbs a wooded hill. I spent a lot of time looking at that hill from the front yard and from my second story bedroom window.  At some early point I must have seen some people on horseback riding up the hill at a gallop because I recollect a romantic notion of there being a castle up there waiting for knights to arrive on their steeds.  My family later became friends with the people on the hill since they had children close to our ages.  The hill became Kendall’s Hill and we also came to know their cousins who did indeed visit them on horseback.

For some reason today I started thinking about that hill and the nearby geography and wondered why I had never thought of it in the bigger picture before.  The centerpiece of it, to me, is a beautiful, deep, spring fed lake with a very unimaginative name – Round Lake.  Parts of it might be kind of round, but I would never have named it that.  In many places it has a very rugged, high and steep coastline. People owning those pieces of lakeshore have their log cabins that we can see through the pine trees and long stairs zig zagging down the bank to their boatdocks.

There is another outstanding feature of the lake and that is a peninsula of high ground that circles out into the lake and back toward the shore.  It had to have been connected at one time because there is a sand bar across the narrow space where it doesn’t connect. It has to be dredged for boats to safely cross into Hinton Bay. Hinton Bay, by the way, is almost perfectly round and maybe that’s the part someone was looking at when they named the lake. I would love to know what kind of geologic activity has gone on to form this lake, and its surrounding hills.  I know there was a lot of glacial activity that gouged out some pretty crazy river beds and valleys and  left a lot of rocks of various sizes. Once I found a fairly large Lake Superior red agate in the lake so I’m suspecting a relationship with the Great Lakes chain.

But there are also some fairly flat lands where people have attempted to farm, as my family did.  The pond between my house and the hill had a couple of springs that were probably fed from the same underground reservoir that feeds the lake. We children who skated on the pond in the winter were always afraid to go too near those places we could tell had frozen over last. The pond has gradually become more marshy and filled in with sediment – it may disappear someday but I probably won’t be alive to see it.

Last month I visited the hill and took another one of many pictures, looking out over the pond to my old home. I’m always hit with nostalgia at the view. What a privilege it was to grow up in such a beautiful place. I spent many years drinking that clear, cold well water and eating food grown in that soil so it’s pretty safe to say it is in my bones. I will always be “from” Round Lake and Hayward, Wisconsin.

 

my old home from the castle on the hill

 

Reader, blogger, and essayist Andrea Badgley is collecting “Show Us Your State” stories for her Andrea Reads America website. Submission guidelines are here if you would like to participate.

Thoughts of Far Away Places



Sulang and I were the oldest of all the adults. She cooks for and mentors more than 20 children. I can’t wait to see how she likes the new house they were able to move into. Amazing how much we communicated even with the language barrier.



It’s the time of year for me to think of going to Cambodia again. No, I’ve really been thinking about it for months, but I guess I mean that it is the time of year for DOING something about it. Something like buying a ticket for a flight. Today it’s been on my mind in a big way because this weekend I will be part of a presentation about the orphanages in Cambodia. I have a chance to talk for five minutes about my experience there to a group of possible supporters on Saturday night and two more groups on Sunday. These people represent a lot of support financially and some will be persuaded to come on the next trip and see for themselves what it is like. My friends and mentors in this project will also speak and show an awesome video they made of their children there.  I would so love for my words to be effective in helping more children to be rescued and cared for and loved.



The children were having so much fun singing songs and dancing for us. Some of them are awesome performers



I can’t wait to see my sweet friend Chanra. I hear she wants to be a nurse and I want to encourage her.



Taking to the air again

I guess I have always thought that the farther away from home I intended to visit, the longer I should try to stay – just to make it worth the cost of travel. But there comes a point when that has to be re-thought. The point is when you realize you haven’t seen someone for a very long time, and if you wait to have a two week vacation you might never see them again! A long weekend is better than nothing at any cost. And so I’ll be flying to Seattle on Friday. It’s amazing how quickly things can be done in this day and age, over the internet. I can hear of a book, find it for sale, purchase it and be reading in less than 10 minutes without leaving my chair. I can compare prices, find a flight, purchase a ticket and make all my schedule changes for the rest of the week in an afternoon. It’s almost like things can happen before you even are ready for them. If I’m going to have the fun of anticipation for this trip I’d better really dwell on it in the next two days. For sure.